fairwells - Kiss of Death
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"You're not my mistress, Anna. You refuse all my advances. Be my heroine. Be my lover. And then you will not be merely the Mistress of Pain and Pleasure." Juanelo didn't pay attention to the small wound for it healed itself soon after because he was immortal. "I will never enter your bed." "But you already have. I know your dreams. I know your fantasies." "More like nightmares." "You want to feel the length of my body pressed against yours. You want to feel my mouth over yours, all over your body, deep within your innermost intimate parts." "It's no wonder you are bound to the Immortal of Dreams because you really have quite deluded fantasies." Suddenly he was pressed against the front of her, his hands holding her wrists behind her. She instinctually kicked him and tried to knee him in the groin. Juanelo deftly placed his knee between her legs and held her steady. His dark eyes bored into hers. She could see nothing but an empty void with a flicker of flames. She felt lost and felt her thoughts swimming. "Don't stare too deeply, my love. I may not be held accountable for what I can do next." "Let me go." He pressed his forehead against hers, his lips nearly touching hers. She felt his ice cold breath upon her face. "Do you feel the chill, my love? Are you scared? Let me look into your eyes once more." She arrogantly stared back into his eyes. His cold breath extended all the way down her arms, her torso, and her legs. She fought the desire to shiver, but it could not be helped. The Immortal of Death held both her wrists with one hand and used the other to stroke her hair and her face. Staring into his eyes, she felt empty, alone, forsaken. She felt herself drowning in an abyss. He gently spoke to her in hushed tones, while continuing to stroke her face and hair. "There, there, little one, tell me what you see. Tell me how you feel. Remember, I know when you lie." He chuckled to himself gently. "Just leave me be.... Please. Leave me. Let me go." His lips were nearly touching hers when he spoke. "I cannot, my love. Tell me that you want this. Tell me that you need this. Tell me this is your every waking fantasy and desire. Tell me and it might be yours." She turned her head away and stopped staring into his eyes. He forcefully turned her head back to his and held her jaw. He lifted her jaw and traced his cold breath along her neck. "Don't fight me, little one. I tire of your games." "You're the one playing games here. Not me. I just want you to let me go." He traced her jaw line with his black leather gloved hand. She started to struggle. He held her tighter. "Little one, you know I love you." The tears started to well up in her eyes. He saw them and kissed her eyes gently, stroking her hair and face. "Please stop." He hushed her gently. "Shhhh... my sweet, sweet Anna." He kissed her then, but she refused to comply. He let go of her arms and hugged her to him. "Why do you resist the Kiss of Death, little one?" "Because this is the Kiss of Death I had in mind." Anna was wielding her sword, "The Kiss of Death" and it was pointing upwards on his rib cage, aiming for his immortal heart. Juanelo continued to hug her, kissed her on the forehead, and laughed a loud, mirthful, bear-like laugh. "Oh Anna, you do know how to amuse me. You are captivating." She dug the sword into him, almost piercing his flesh. "I hope you like the amusement I have for you now, Juanelo." | ||||||||||
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